A Dream
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| Night, Ferdinand Hodler, 1890 |
A Dream
By EDGAR ALLEN POE
By EDGAR ALLEN POE
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-Hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lovnely spirit guiding.
What tough that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
Editor's Note: Students were asked to pair a poem and painting with no explanation of the connection.
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